Though they’ve been acquitting themselves admirably since 2001 as a crungy guitar-and-drums duo, I bet QUI wouldn’t have landed this gig if they hadn’t bitten the bullet last year and added a lead singer–specifically the Jesus Lizard’s lead singer, David Yow. These LA guys are doing Yow a favor too, of course, by taking him out of the “what have you done for us lately?” column. What they’ve done for us together is Love’s Miracle (Ipecac), a dirty, sweaty, fantastically tasteless train wreck of an album. The lyrics are nasty and make no sense, and yes, that’s Zappa’s “Willie the Pimp” and Pink Floyd’s “Echoes.” (The latter sounds past its sell-by date, but I’m pretty sure that’s intentional.) Thankfully this stuff is more fun than annoying–quite a feat, since it’s annoying as fuck. Yow is in fine form, digging up the bluesy part of his dirt-track howl and strangling the shit out of it–think Bon Scott emceeing a demolition derby in hell–and his comrades are a colossal riff machine, especially drummer Paul Christensen, whose sound is as thick and bubbly as boiling asphalt. –Monica Kendrick

A smoky-eyed bruiser from Nashville by way of Athens, Ohio, LESLIE KEFFER is the ultimate noise babe. Fond of weird, sparkly frocks, she carries herself with the tranquil aloofness of a siren–and she sings like one too, in a gentle, plaintive coo meant to ruin you, to draw you in and dash your ship against the mountainous shores of rumbling, crackling static she’s offhandedly placed in your path. Her celestial death-drone is invigorating and sad, like a shooting star sizzling across a dark country sky, gone before you can even make a wish. –Liz Armstrong

This show is part of Adventures in Modern Music (full schedule, page TK); Qui headlines and Excepter, Thomas Ankersmit, and Keffer open. a 9 PM, Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western, 773-276-3600 or 866-468-3401, $15, $70 for a festival pass.